Industrial Odyssey

Strung out, loosely semiprecious stringsof glinted consciousness along the bareshrugged shoulders under empty throats of land collar dawn. The last high beams are sparse through fine haired forbes where asphalt cuts its teethand whines on gasoline where jake brakes splutter.

Here stands the clustered monolithic hiveof industry, its long horrific utterextending forth with holding tank arrivesin snaking pipes there slithering inside and fed to kilns that burn the toxic clutter.

The sun is broken in rectangled gold,diagonals are X’d in stairs that grudgethe tower built where sulfured air is blown and whispers to the roar. Blue flames are thrown, incinerating waste, an android’s mother.

Networked, connected wire by the milewraps around, mechanical as a dreams,splices through pilasters, frowns and smiles twists and braids; the humming turns to screams.

And men are Lilliputians in this vastArmageddon organized by them,are manufactured chained and then condemnedColossus now incinerates the past.